Quotes About Recollection

Benghazi happened a long time ago.

Time is the metre, memory the only plot.

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

There is no recollection which time does not put an end to, and no pain which death does not remove.

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

The words that come out of our mouths do not vanish but are perpetually stored in infinite space, and they will come back to us in due time.

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

Music is the way our memories sing to us across time.

Hey Nana, do you remember the first time we met? I beleive in things like fate. So I think it was fate.

Advancing bourgeois society liquidates memory, time, recollection as irrational leftovers of the past.

A very great Memory often forgetteth how much Time is lost by repeating things of no Use.

it's strange little moments that live inside you and keep peeking out the windows that open suddenly in your mind.

It still makes me happy to think back to those words and that look

Niciodat? imaginea lui nu mi-a ap?rut atât de limpede. Nu-mi trebuie nici o fotografie de-a lui, îl v?d aÈ™a de bine, aÈ™a de bine.

Start with your childhood, I tell them. Plug your nose and jump in, and write down all your memories as truthfully as you can.

History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.

History is amoral: events occurred. But memory is moral; what we consciously remember is what our conscience remembers.

At about twenty she had mentioned it quite seriously at the dinner table. It was the only occasion she could recall of every member of her family laughing at once.

fragrance was the sharpest trigger of memory, a transport into forgotten worlds.

I thought the curse of memory is this: Everything is ever present.

But then I do not remember everything, as I once thought I did. There is something in us, even us, that will not allow for that, something that pushes the memory of suffering that is unbearable slowly away.

Memory wouldn't leave him alone.